Felltree Marsh Of this philosophy

Her path wandered. She was moving from one higher point to another, crossing through a lower point. Maybe from the next one she could find a sign of Haunt -- or at least let her voice carry farther. She didn't like it here, she didn't like being this far from home, she didn't like that she had to even briefly split up with Vex... Basically there was a lot she didn't like. A better question was if there was anything she did like.

Well, she wasn't necessarily gonna like the owner of the ears that popped up ahead of her either. A coyote. Her expression hardened -- if such a thing was possible since the whole scenario already gave her a glare that could cut glass. He was fortunate in a way -- mostly that he hadn't come from the direction where she'd last seen Vex nor was he heading that direction. If he had, she would ask no questions, give no warning, she'd metaphorically pull out a machete and go after him. The last coyote she'd met hadn't ended up breathing. She took a few more prowling steps forward, ears tipped forward, watching his response. There was no point in talking if he didn't act in a way she approved, so first thing was first...